Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Okay, what are you going to do?"

It's not surprising that Bloodsport is still trembling.

If someone can overcome his own psychological shadow in such a short time, then such a person will not be shrouded in shadow from the very beginning.

The little mouse in the vest moved its little paw, although it was obviously a domesticated pet.

If anyone would keep a mouse as a pet.

Rats and chipmunks are not the same thing.

"You mean over there?"

Bloody Movement glanced in the direction the little mouse was pointing.

There seems to be a passage there, but it seems that it can only be crawled through.

Well, it's a tunnel, and it's the sub-miniature kind.

If the movement of the bloody movement is a little bigger, it can be stuck in it.

Fortunately, this "tunnel" is enough for the huge demon to stop here.

"I owe you my life."

Bloodsport said helplessly, but fortunately his trembling no longer seriously affected his actions.

Ever since Sweet Dreams Prison became a makeshift lair for demons, the place has lost its regular lighting circuit.

Now only the emergency lights are flickering on and off, and it is obvious that there is not much time left.

It's been a long time since this place became what it is now, and it's good luck that the emergency lights can still emit some light.

After passing through that long and narrow tunnel, the Bloody Movement finally saw a little brilliance.

Although this is not necessarily a good thing, and this place is really a bit desolate.

It doesn't look like a super prison that was once full of criminals here, but it looks like a large empty warehouse.

If it weren't for the neat rows of cells, this place really has nothing to do with prisons.

"What's there?"

Bloodsport was still trembling, but at any rate it was still able to communicate.

Although he has the ability to kill these little mice easily, but he dare not do it...

This fear of mice has long been deeply rooted in his heart.

"Squeak~"

The little mouse became a little anxious at this time, and directly stretched out its claws to grab the bloody sports clothes.

It seemed like they were trying to lead the way.

This looks a bit like Jerry, and I don't know if this mouse can play swords, dance and do scientific research...

"Okay, don't touch me now, I will pass!"

The bloody movement became even more tense.

Fighting all the way to the current position, he has already grasped the strength of the demons here.

Weak ones like the Fallen Demon can still be dealt with by him.

But if a big guy came, it would be terrible.

It may be the most correct way to keep quiet when you are alone, so that you may not pass the news to your teammates.

But it will not attract the attention of the enemy.

The Bloody Movement crawled forward cautiously until it reached the door of a collapsed cell.

Just walking here can smell a strong smell of blood. If it weren't for the smell of blood here without the unique stench of demons, the blood movement might have turned around and run away.

"Squeak!"

The little mouse yelled loudly, and it could be seen that he was very anxious.

"Do you mean that your important things are buried here? Or is there a person here?"

Bloody Movement said so, but his hands had already started to move the gravel little by little.

"Fuck!"

In the quiet flickering environment, there was a fierce shout...

The sound was almost the same as Wayne's battle cry.

He wasn't hurt, just found a mouse chip under the rock he just picked up...

A bloody mouse crushed by a stone, this is indeed a mouse slice...

It was like when he was walking under a tall building when he was a child, a mouse fell from the sky and fell in front of him.

Then a motorcycle passed by directly, leaving the same traces... ①

The mouse is not strong, but his psychological shadow is still indelible...

Especially the hollowness of those dark eyeballs after losing their brilliance, which made Bloody Movement feel as if he saw himself...

"Squeak!"

The little mouse in the vest yelled loudly, although even if he tried his best, the yelling would not be loud.

He was very disturbed, and it seemed that something was coming.

"I see, I will speed up!"

The Bloody Movement originally planned to throw the stone with the mouse flakes on it far away, but it accidentally put it aside.

Then speed up the planing of stones.

His movements are not slow, if he moves bricks on the construction site, he can earn seven or eight hundred yuan a day at least.

This efficiency is not something that ordinary people can achieve. Thanks to his father's cruel training since he was a child, he has the physical fitness of the human limit.

"Lakanishu~"

When this sound sounded, the blood movement could already hear the footsteps of those fallen demons.

Even the stench had already made him feel a little sick.

"Squeak!"

A scream!

The little mouse in the vest widened its eyes and assumed an attacking posture.

"Hey, little guy, you better stay away a little bit!

It's a pity that I can't help you dig up these stones until those demons are dealt with.

Fuck! "

Another swearing...

Seeing that the little mouse in the vest instantly expanded in size, the bloody movement stopped growing just when it was about to squeeze through the vest!

Then the mouse hairs on its back became like porcupine quills, and after a while of trembling, it flew out!

bristle mouse...

Monsters can be seen everywhere in Sanctuary.

To say that these guys are demons is a bit demeaning to demons.

But these rats aren't exactly rats either.

Too bad Luke didn't tell Bloodsport about things like bristly rats...

This is not to blame for Luke, these little things are about to become endangered species after the place of sanctuary where the devil king of hell really came...

The demons don't recognize these little guys as one of their own, and it's impossible for these things to come close to the nephalem...

The reality is always so cruel, these animals affected by the power of the Burning Hell, one by one live quite uncomfortable.

Just like the demon cow family.

"Okay, I'll speed up now."

Bloodsport didn't look to see what happened to the Fallen who was shot by the spikes.

Just the speed at which the spikes flew out allowed him to estimate the lethality of this shot.

It will definitely not be worse than the bullets fired by the weapon in his hand!

When the bloodsport weapon does not have an upper module, the caliber of the bullet is very small.

But this was enough to kill those fallen demons, and the spikes fired by this vest-wearing mouse were a circle larger than the caliber of his bullets!

"Fuck, why is it like this again!"

The mouth of Bloodsport grumbled as he put the new rat piece aside.

When he removed most of the stones, he saw a scene that would make normal people fear mice!

Under the stone are a large number of bloody rats piled up!

But there is a small gap at the bottom!

He seemed to realize something!

And at this time, those fallen demons finally approached the scene!

This is a group of mature fallen demons, among which there are wizards.

The ability to resurrect one's own race is very difficult, but this race still doesn't have a high upper limit.

Those wizards are too conspicuous, and they can easily be targeted and killed.

It's a pity that the little mouse in the vest didn't seem to notice this characteristic. The continuous shooting of spikes had already turned the few fallen demons in the front into hedgehogs.

But the wizard still walked at the end unharmed.

"Okay, little mouse.

If you keep shooting spikes, you're going to be bald.

I have moved the stone away, and what you want to do is up to you. "

Bloody Sports took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then directly raised his hand.

He aimed the gun that looked like a can opener at the fallen witch in the distance.

Human wisdom gave birth to civilization and created various tools.

This is what humans are truly proud of!

This total wisdom is the reason why human beings stand on the top of this planet!

The fallen demons can only be called cunning, they have never experienced more complicated struggles where they cannot use force, and even hiding it seems a bit ridiculous!

"Boom~"

The gunshot rang out, and the Fallen Demon Sorcerer fell to the ground first!

Those hordes of fallen demons lost their backbone in an instant, and started to flee!

However, the Sinking Demon who was walking in the front fell at the end when he fled, and his body was full of "burdens", which made him fall directly to the ground.

The side full of spikes was still facing down, and now he couldn't stand up anymore.

"Squeak~"

"Uh~ Sebastian~ what's wrong with me?"

A sleepy voice sounded from the pile of mouse chips, and it sounded like he was not awake at all.

Sebastian, seems to be the name of the mouse in the vest.

"Hmm~ I remembered. It seems that there were several earthquakes before?

I called these friends to protect me?

Looks like the earthquake has passed? "

It might be a good thing that the lazy and sleepy female voice finally had some sense of sobriety.

"Okay, man. I'm Bloodsport, and I'm here to deal with demons.

Girl, what's your name? "

The bloody movement watched a figure crawl out from under the pile of rat pieces, the girl's expression was not good at all.

Although there were many rats, these rats lost their lives for her.

This is not something to be happy about for her.

"Looks like now is the time to call it a nickname? Well, I'm the Ratcatcher."

"Rat catcher? I remember he was a man, and he was old?"

Bloodsport said with some surprise.

"That's my father. Since you know him, I'm the second generation of rat catchers."

The young girl said so, as if she was still sleepy.

But she seemed to have light in her eyes.

If mice have goals, why can't we? These are the words left to her by the father of the second generation of rat catchers.

This is probably one of her life creeds.

"Okay, second generation.

But I remember that there didn't seem to be any earth-shattering vicious cases among the things your father did.

So why are you locked up in Dream Prison? "

Bloodsport asked this question.

The rat-catcher father and daughter are also very talented.

The father is a poisonous dog... but fortunately he didn't pass this vice on to his daughter.

And no buying money to replace my daughter with that crap.

So it's not considered hopeless as a scumbag.

Even if the father doesn't look at his own bad habits, that guy is quite responsible.

At least he was a good father.

The ability to drive mice gives them the ability to survive.

For example, helping others drive away mice is actually quite profitable.

This is where the name Ratcatcher comes from.

It's a pity that there will always be people who judge others with malice.

Once the Ratcatcher's abilities became famous, those who needed to drive away the rats always thought that the Ratcatcher brought them.

So I want to solve these "blackmail" once and for all.

It's a pity that the filthy capitalist bastards got it all wrong, but the rat catchers became criminals too.

Anyway, it's quite unfair...

Until the rat catcher himself lost his life because of that vice, and the girl lost the only one who could shelter her.

Then he was sent to Dream Prison by Amanda Waller...

After that girl gave up her conscience, none of the things she did could be done by a human being.

The second generation of innocent rat catchers gets a new home and doesn't need rats to keep her warm.

No need for mice to help her collect food either.

Maybe this is still a good thing?

Anyway, the second generation of Ratcatcher didn't suffer any abuse, except that a bomb was installed in his head...

"Huh? I picked up a watch from a little mouse?

Then I plan to exchange money.

Then I got caught and they said I was stealing. "

The second generation of Ratcatcher said indifferently.

Obviously she was falsely accused and wronged, but she didn't care at all.

Life in Dream Prison is much better than wandering on the street.

"What did Amanda Waller do?"

The bloody movement immediately thought of that bitch...

This method is exactly the same as the method used to force him to work.

"Well, it was Amanda who arranged for me to live.

He said that as long as I can help when I need me, I can reduce my sentence by ten years. "

The second agent of the Ratcatcher said as a matter of course.

There was no gratitude or resentment in the words, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"What did you steal that needs to be locked up for more than ten years?"

Bloodsport spoke with anger.

"I didn't steal that, I picked it up!"

The second generation of Rat Catcher was still a little excited when he said this.

Clearly she knew she had been wronged and was angry about it.

"Well, a watch."

"What watch can get you locked up in Dream Prison?"

"A watch that can watch TV."

"..."

Bloodsport felt that this dialogue seemed somewhat familiar.

"I know a mobile phone can do all this, but I don't have a mobile phone and of course I don't have a calling card.

That watch can watch TV~"

The second generation of Ratcatcher said with a regretful tone.

When she was growing up, she wanted to watch TV, but she could only look through the window of a street shop...

"Amanda Waller is not human! Her heart and skin are definitely the same color!"

Bloodsport said from the bottom of his heart.

Then he felt his communication headset ring.

He forgot that he had monitoring equipment on his body, and there was a bomb in his head...

Fortunately, Amanda Waller will not detonate the bomb just because someone scolded her. In Amanda Waller's eyes, the task comes first...

①About twenty years ago, I encountered such a scene on my way to school alone...

Still fresh in my memory...

That was the first time I realized what the passage of life is like...not the kind of ants that I pressed to death when I was a child, but a deeper feeling that I couldn't express at the time...